Chapter 13: Exposed

Chris' eyes gradually dilated as he repeatedly changed the channel on the flat screen TV, but every program was the exact same.

Eijun rolled around on his bed, putting a pillow over his head. "Chris, turn it off," he groaned drowsily.

Chris shook his head as he set down the remote. "What is this, Eijun? Why didn't you tell me about this before? You're all over the news."

"Oh, my God! I know! I know, for fuck's sake!" The mastermind finally sat up and crossed his legs. His hair was a mess, makeup was smeared all over his face, and his shirt was loosely hanging off his shoulders. He looked at the breaking news report on the TV with annoyance in his eyes.

"We have a very interesting and shocking scoop that has been revealed to the entire world! Approximately at midnight last night, an anonymous source on the internet had released mysterious and unbelievable files about the famous Sawamura Eijun. Files about his past, hidden secrets and much more are now out in the open for everyone to see! People are now stunned and surprised at the details these files hold, some being extremely sensitive. Here are some of them on display—"

Eijun snatched the remote and turned it off, perturbed.

Chris sighed and sat next to him. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"The files. The truth about you. Why?"

"They're called secrets for a reason, duh." The brunette pulled his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms around his shins. "I trust you, but there are some things I just can't tell anyone. Not even you."

"So, let me get this straight. You were a prostitute at ten to get money to come to Tokyo. Then all of a sudden you made your way up the food chain and became rich and famous. After that, you had brain surgery–"

"I'll cut you off right there. I had a brain serum injection, not surgery. I was already smart; I just wanted to have a bit more knowledge. I was greedy for everything. But no matter what I did, I still remained an idiot." The cross-dresser felt tears gather up at the brim of his eyes, but he didn't care. He sniffed as they traveled down his nose and dripped onto his calves. "I can't do anything right. I can't make anyone happy. I was born as a freaking failure. Why am I still living? I climbed so high… so damn high… I sacrificed a childhood… just for all my dreams to come crashing down."

Chris gently wiped the tears off of the latter's cheeks and rubbed his back. "Don't let the negative thoughts get to you," he said softly. "I don't want you to ruin your arms anymore. What are you going to do about this dilemma?"

Eijun scoffed. "What do you mean? I'll have no choice but to let it all out now. I have to come clean. I can't let this get out of hand" 'Fuck you, Kazuya! Are you happy now? Are you enjoying the pain I'm going through? I sure hope you are!'

The older male slapped his thighs as he got up. "Well, I have to get going, so…"

"Eh? You're not gonna stay here with me and comfort me?"

"You're grown. You have a brain; you can figure this out on your own."

"Come on, don't be like that~"

"Nope, sorry."

The mastermind pouted as Chris donned his blazer and headed towards the door. "So I really am losing everybody, huh?"

"Don't word it like that. I'll always be here." With that, Chris waved as he turned and made his way downstairs.

Eijun flopped back onto the bed and reached for the remote, turning the TV back on. He read the headlines and rolled his eyes. "Does Sawamura Eijun really have a daughter? Ha, try getting near her and I swear you're all going to fucking die."

Furuya shook Haruichi on the shoulder. "Hey, that's enough sleeping. You can get up now."

Stirring, Haruichi yawned as he woke up and slowly peeled himself off of the floor and looked around. "Where am I?"

"In your apartment, remember?"

"I don't remember anything. All I recall was that I woke up feeling very sleepy and then… now I'm here. What happened to me?"

Furuya sat down next to him, spreading his legs. "Haruichi. You know how I always told you not to trust people so easily, right?"

Haruichi nodded, feeling up the scar on the back of his neck. "Yeah. I never understood why you're so insistent on that. I'm going to be fine–"

"No, you're not. You never know when, where or why people are going to betray you. They use trust as an excuse to inflict damage later on."

"Just what are you getting at, Satoru?"

With a sigh, Furuya pulled out a gun from his hoodie pocket and pointed it at Haruichi. "This."

Haruichi's heart dropped as he was face to face with the black barrel. Goosebumps raided his skin. The sudden patter of rain from outside increased in volume, consistently hitting against the windows. He didn't know where to start off. "Please tell me this is a joke," he choked.

The raven haired male let out a small but audible chuckle. "Why would it be? I told you over and over again not to trust others, yet you still chose to ignore me. Why didn't you listen to me? Why? You could've avoided this."

The maid shrugged. "I didn't want to believe you because I thought you were being overprotective and paranoid. But… now I'm confused. Why was I sleepy? Why are you about to kill me after we've been through so much? I don't get it."

"Long story short, I never had feelings for you. When we met at the small restaurant that day, I knew I found the right person to kill time with. You knew nothing about me, but I knew everything about you. You never bothered asking about my past and I thank you for that. Now I can come clean on my own." He cleared his throat. "Furuya Satoru, age twenty-five. I do favors for a living, either good or bad. It doesn't matter as long as I get paid up front. In actuality, I wanted someone to spend some time with because I was getting a bit bored of doing the same thing. I knew it came with a risk since I'm technically a bad and untrustworthy person. Haruichi, you were the first one to trust me without hesitation; I admire that."

Haruichi slowly backed up, searching for an escape route. He was pretty sure the door was locked and the windows were all the way across the room. He was trapped in his own house. "Why are you doing this to me? You do realize I love you, right? How could you take me for granted?"

Furuya sighed again. "I wanted to test how far your trust for me would go. I found it appalling at how you blatantly threw yourself into my arms without precautions. You let me hold you tight and whisper words of "love" at night under the impression that I was a normal guy who wanted a serious relationship. It drove me crazy to see you beg me to come over when I already told you we couldn't meet often because I was busy. I didn't want to fall for you… I knew it would hurt when it was time to kill you, so I tried my best. My very best. Now I don't feel bad about doing this."

Haruichi's hand slipped on a puddle of water and he fell on his back, making it aware to Furuya that he was attempting an escape. 'Damn.'

"Ah, don't move away from me," Furuya deadpanned as he scooted closer. Grabbing his boyfriend's arm he pulled him towards him. "I'm not done with my story."

"G-Get away from me!"

"I said I wasn't done. You're not going anywhere until you hear about why you don't remember anything. Now then… hmm… oh, I was given a favor to put a microchip inside you and it commanded you to steal Sawamura's most valuable possession. Of course I gave you a sedative during sex so you wouldn't struggle with the chip, which explains why you were sleepy. In basic terms, you betrayed your master."

Haruichi's eyes widened. His mind went blank. He could never think about betraying Eijun, much less stealing something from him. It was outrageous. Besides, he didn't even know what the brunette valued the most. This must've been some sort of mind game. "What are you talking about, Satoru? I wouldn't do that! I wouldn't hurt Sawamura-san like that! You're lying!"

"You can't trust me, but I'm not lying."

"Who told you to do this?!"

"Some guy named Miyuki Kazuya."

'Sawamura-san's boyfriend? I knew he couldn't be trusted! I was fishy about him from the start!' "I… I have nothing to say. I feel disgusted. I fell for you, a shady looking person who had the eyes of an angel and the soul of a devil. I always had an intuition that something was up with the way you randomly appeared and disappeared, but I ignored it since I was desperate for someone to keep me company. I warmed up your mysteriously cold hands whenever you came over, I gave you food, I gave you a place up stay. I even introduced you to Aniki, but he still doesn't really like you. I did everything a perfect boyfriend would do…"

Furuya put his finger on the trigger. "You only have yourself to blame for that. You shamed your master, you trusted the absolutely worst person and here you are. About to die. Do you have any last words, Kominato Haruichi?"

Haruichi shook his head, a single tear dripping down his cheek. "No. I feel like I deserve this for being stupid…"

"You were a nice human being, Haruichi. But I'm not sorry. Killing you in the end was my own favor. Now, goodbye–"

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Haruichi scrunched up and braced for the impact of bullets entering his body, but after a few seconds he noticed that nothing happened to him. Touching his body, his lips were taut in confusion. He was perfectly fine. Not a single scratch. "What? I didn't die?"

"I'm not going to let that piece of shit kill you," a sly voice rang out.

The pinkette gasped as Furuya's body lifelessly slouched on him, the gun falling from his hand. Blood was flowing out of his mouth in streams, proof of the plethora of bullets holes that riddled his hoodie. Looking up, he saw Ryosuke with a grin on his face. "Aniki?"